I dodged getting the strap while in school, even though I had my fair share of set too's.
Most memorable was in Grade 6, a kid who called my Dad a drunk (he had'nt drank in close to 15 years) I jumped a desk in class and knocked his rather large carcass to the floor, where I was merrily beating the stuffings out of him, heck the Ms. Baron ( burnt out hippy chick) had to get one of the Janitors to break up the fun.
I got hauled into the Principals office directly, but alas living right accross the street from the school has it's merits, a simple "I want to call my Mom", and had her in his office and me setting the scene of a much larger kid bullying me and saying some pretty ripe stuff about my family.
Guess who got called to the office bloody nose and all?
Guess who got reather warm palms and a few days off to re think his big mouth?
Not me
On the other hand living with a father with a hair temper, and other not so politically correct traits was a very good incentive to toe the line and fly straight.
I failed on numerous occasions BTW